Natasha's POV

As I sit alone in the room, my mind consumed by a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, I can’t help but notice the strange physical sensations that have been plaguing me. The nausea, the food cravings, and the aversion to watermelon—all these signs seem to point to something beyond my comprehension. I find myself talking to myself, trying to make sense of it all.

“Why do I feel like this? What’s happening to me?” I whisper to no one in particular, my voice barely audible in the quiet room. The unease in my gut grows, and I can’t shake off the feeling that something is off.

Just then, Lucien enters the room, his expression devoid of any emotion. His pale face stands out against the dark backdrop of the room. I can’t help but feel a mix of anger and resentment as he approaches me. His touch, gentle yet invasive, sends a shiver down my spine.

His finger brushes against my cheek, and I instinctively recoil, my anger simmering just beneath the surface. “Why are you here?” I ask, my voice la